Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.